[OPEN][BACKDATED] Stitch me back, one by one!

[chronomancer]

Characters: Jade!Eridan Ampora, and YOU!
Setting: Floor 15, the workshop.
Format: I'll start with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: In which Eridan pretends he knows how to sew. Spoilers, he doesn't. Backdated to before the Labyrinth event!
Warning: None? I'll add if necessary.

[It's really not that hard, he figures, to use his torn jacket as a pattern and make a new one with some scraps of red fabric lying around. It's just. Cutting fabric and sewing it together. How hard can it be?

Apparently, very hard and not really a project for the uninitiated.

He's left the whole mess on a workbench for now, focusing on patching up his other pair of pants. That, at least, he's relatively used to. It's not the neatest of stitch-work, but at least it'll hold.

At least, he thinks with grim amusement, he has two hands now, to do this. Otherwise it'd be well and truly hopeless.]

Comments

[floreatnoctem]

[Chidori isn't used to seeing anyone else around when she bothers to use the workshop instead of hand-sewing things, so she's surprised to see Eridan there, when she arrives. Her eyes follow his hands, and she shakes her head a little, resisting a 'tsk' at his mending. Those stitches are atrocious, and it's taking everything she has not to move forward and snatch them up to do it for him. Instead she turns her attention to the rest of the work area he's occupying, actually wincing a little at the state of the fabric she can see.

After a moment of perusing the mess, she moves forward, picking up a scrap and then tilting her head down at him, mild curiosity on her face.]

...what is it you were trying to do, exactly?

[To be fair, she likely should have warned him she was there first, but she was used to being able to pop up as she wanted.]

[firststep]

[Yori has been once again busy exploring the Tower! Since it's not like he has much to do around here, and he's already read the books in his trunk at least twice or thrice by now. And sometimes he goes to the workshop to look at all the tools and things, even if nothing looks particularly safe. He's not used to running into someone else when he does go up though, so he's kind of settling in this here corner to watch Eridan.

He's busy ignoring that thought about two hands. The implications are not pleasant.]

[chronomancer]

[She really should have. Mostly because he's focused enough on what he's doing that he doesn't really notice her until she's close enough it's like she came out of nowhere. He yelps, dropping the mending, reaching for his shovel on reflex.

Which to be honest, it's quite a ridiculous reaction. He knows as much. He has the good graces to look sheepish once the question and the fact she's not a monster register in his brain.]

Sorry.

[Jumpy troll is jumpy. He ducks his head, but he does put the shovel away. Can we... pretend that just didn't happen? Please? Sob. Oh right, question. She asked a question. He blushes in embarrassment.]

Er. A jacket? ...kinda?

[chronomancer]

[You... really want to ignore most of his thoughts. His baseline is morbid, and the more he fingers the old stitches on his pants, the more he has faint memories of the game, monsters, undead and in general all the wondrous ways he's ruined his clothes before.

He spares a moment to curse himself for not harvesting his doomselves' corpses when he had a chance. Could have used having a handful more clothes.]

[firststep]

[It's exactly because they're morbid that Yori is having a very hard time looking away, it's like trainwreck syndrome or something. It's a little scary and fascinating at the same time!]

What are you trying to make?

[A redundant question since he already knows, but. Formalities.]

[ocariness]

[ Have a Link.

Said Link has one side of their head bandaged. And kind of frowns at your seams, Jade!Eri. ]

... Well, everyone must start somewhere, I suppose... why not just make an entirely new outfit?

[chronomancer]

[Formalities are important! They'll save you from having your head smashed with a shovel.]

Oh. I'm... trying to fix my jacket.

[He shrugs a little.]

I'm sorry, where you going to use this spot?

[chronomancer]

[Eridan looks up and offers a wry smile.]

Eh, it's not that bad.

[It is.]

[firststep]

Oh, no. I'm just curious, is all.

[chronomancer]

[He chuckles a little.]

I'm probably not the best person to try and show you any of this, though. I'm starting to think I'm not really good at it.

[firststep]

Well, you really aren't. I don't think you've really sewn before?

[chronomancer]

...a little.

[Well, a lot, when it comes to patching up things and making sure they don't tear, but not as in making new clothes or anything. Mind, he does have great experience making stitches look fashionable.]

[firststep]

I don't think it looks too bad.

[Yori you're not exactly the best person to judge that either bro. Not when you wear such a hideous jacket.]

[chronomancer]

Well, it's honestly seen better days. That much is true.

[floreatnoctem]

[For her part, Chidori only raises a brow a little at the shovel, despite the fact that at the hostile movement, her weight had shifted in anticipation of having to dodge. She relaxed again when he put it away, and then reached past him to pick up the attempted jacket.]

It's fine. I take it you were attempting a replacement?

[firststep]

I can imagine? ...Zombies probably aren't kind to clothes.

[This probably sounds like a non-sequiter, and Yori probably has no idea that he's slipped up a little.]

[chronomancer]

Kinda.

[He shrugs, eyeing the mess with a little wince.]

Should've gone with the original idea and made the torn one a vest or something.

[Easy as tearing out the other sleeve, right?]

[chronomancer]

No, they're--

[Eridan found himself agreeing before something caught up. He blinked and scowled and dismissed the idea all together. It was just a coincidence, right?]

They're really not.

[firststep]

[Totally a coincidence Eridan! It's not like you're talking to a mindreader or anything!!]

Though, I haven't gotten the chance to meet any of the undead yet...

[chronomancer]

[Coincidence or not, you've got him deadpanning. Because when you're Eridan Ampora, deadpanning is the answer to everything.]

Trust me, conversation is not all what's chalked up to be.

[firststep]

[...Well, judging from the stuff he's picked up from your head? Yeaaah.]

Urm, I guess you'd know better.

[chronomancer]

I wouldn't call myself an expert. But then again, I'd slowly back away from whoever calls himself an expert on the undead.

[I'm sorry about the memory of the horde rushing up to the tower? I mean, trolls can be pretty weird-looking but the undead ones are just ghastly.]

If you know what I mean.

[firststep]

[...Cringing a little, he can't help it that looks really nasty.]

Oh, I get that. It's not something anyone really should be an expert in.

[chronomancer]

Exactly. Now rifles, that's a good thing to be an expert in.

[You know what's worse than troll zombies? Troll zombies whose heads explode because BOOM, HEADSHOT. Eridan likes headshots. Eridan is a motherfucking pro at headshots.]

[firststep]

[...Oh.

Oh.

He really didn't need to see that.

Though he has to admit he's pretty good.]

I can see that, yes. Rifles.

[He has no idea how little sense he is making right now when he's sliiightly shaken up and proceeding to start trying to dissociate himself from the thoughts he's getting.]